Venerable Bei looked directly at Han Ming.
The two spiritual masters had not yet made a move, but just looking at each other caused the surrounding spiritual energy to become restless. The space in front of the two people showed a slight distortion, which made people tremble.
Han Ming pushed Lianchen away, blocked Lianchen behind him, and whispered to Lianchen: "Lianchen, give me the prisoner's palace..."
Prisoner of God Palace is the five-marked enchanted spiritual weapon used by Lian Chen!
It was a suppressive five-marked spiritual weapon. In Lianchen's hands, it couldn't exert its full power, but Han Ming could.
"Yes, Supreme Elder."
Lian Chen was unambiguous and nodded obediently. In front of Han Ming, he, the sect leader, was just a junior.
I saw that Lianchen lifted the restriction on Qi Shen Palace and handed a small palace into Han Ming's hands.
Han Ming took over the Prisoner's Palace and refined it instantly.
"Lianchen, hurry up and arrange for the disciples to move to the rear."
Han Ming ordered.
call out!
Venerable Bei moved. His muscles were squirming, and he was preparing a punch to pierce the void!
"What a strong physical body!"
Han Ming was shocked. He felt that Venerable Bei's physical strength was already close to the spiritual level threshold. He was worthy of being an elder of the Demon Palace!
"town!"
Han Ming controlled the Prisoner's Palace, and the small palace in his hand quickly enlarged, directly suppressing the punch, and a series of dull sounds sounded.
Boom!
The earth trembles!
During the exchange between the Venerables, just one blow had already caused the ground to shake. Some of the disciples of the Tibetan Armed God Sect who had not had time to move were seriously injured and fell to the ground.
Han Ming held a phantom of the palace in his hand, trying his best to protect the disciples and arrange time for Lianchen to transfer. He knew that many disciples would die if the battle at the Spirit Lord level affected even a little bit.
"Lianchen, hurry up!"
Han Ming said anxiously.
Lianchen immediately arranged for the elders to move with his disciples towards the back mountain.
Tang Xingfeng acted according to the opportunity and was not in a hurry to leave. The aftermath alone would not hurt him. The battle between the Venerables was rare, and it was a gain in experience.
In the first confrontation, Venerable Bei had already used the magical power of the Demon Palace, but this punch was easily resolved by Han Ming!
The gap between the peak level of the second-level spiritual master and the first-level spiritual master, coupled with the advantage of the magical power of the Demon Palace, is the result. Master Bei frowned.
It's the shadow of the palace!
"Five lines? I didn't expect that the Tibetan Weapon Divine Sect also has five lines of enchanted spiritual weapons..."
Venerable Bei said.
He looked at the pair of dark gold gloves in his hands. They were top-notch four-pattern enchanted spiritual weapons, but these gloves were far inferior to those of Prisoner God Palace.
The four lines and the five lines are qualitative changes.
It should be noted that five-mark enchanted spiritual weapons usually have a hint of spiritual intelligence!
Venerable Bei couldn't help but feel depressed. He, the dignified elder of the Demon Palace, actually lost to a man from Eastern Xinjiang in terms of weapons!
This is the foundation of the Hidden Arms Divine Sect.
"town!"
Han Ming took advantage of the situation to counterattack, imprisoning the God Palace to seal the void, suppressing everything!
"Don't even think about it!"
Venerable Bei shouted, and punched the shadow of the palace one after another with his hands, but the shadow of the palace enveloped him, and the space where he was was gradually isolated from the outside world!
Venerable Bei struggled hard, and the palace barrier formed by the Prisoner's Palace shook violently, and even some cracks appeared, but the cracks were quickly repaired.
Boom boom boom!
The palace walls were cracked and repaired, and the two were fighting with all their strength. In the void, there was a trace of blood on the cold corners of the white-haired old man's mouth.
"town!"
Han Ming flexed his fingers and fired, but still madly urged the prisoner's palace. This was a life-and-death battle. It was related to the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people in the entire sect. We must fight hard!
Tang Xingfeng watched quietly. Unexpectedly, it seemed that the white-haired old man had the advantage in weapons. With his desperate ferocity, Venerable Bei of the Demon Palace was at a disadvantage.
"Is this so..."
Tang Xingfeng rolled his eyes, pondered for a moment, and quickly made a certain determination.
Buzz!
Tang Xingfeng blasted the dense sound of the formation into the void. This was the fourth-level formation he had mastered, the 'Yellow Spring Dead Wood Formation', but he quietly set up the formation at this moment!
Now he had the opportunity to set up the formation and set up this formation. After all, everyone was paying attention to the battle of the Venerable, but they ignored him.
Time passes little by little.
Although Venerable Bei was at a disadvantage, the phantom of the palace kept trembling, indicating that Venerable Bei was attacking all the time, while Han Ming controlled the Prisoner's Palace and continued to suppress it.
This is a life and death game!
The thousands of people in the Demon Palace couldn't help but start to worry about Master Bei, but they didn't dare to act rashly. Even the Demon Hand White Ghost didn't have the courage to take action against the Spirit Master.
Venerable Bei was suppressed and resisted, and it was still like this after about half an hour.
Boom!
Suddenly, the phantom of the palace trembled, making a deafening noise, and the majestic figure rose into the sky and came out of the Prisoner's Palace!
Venerable Bei was gasping for air at this moment. Although he was not injured, he seemed to have consumed a lot of spiritual power. Obviously, in order to get out of trouble, he had to use some powerful moves.
"Old man, you are looking for death!"
Venerable Bei threatened sternly.
"Hmph! Your Excellency, stop talking nonsense. If you are fighting to the death, whatever means you have, just use it. Your Demonic Palace has invaded our Tibetan Weapon Divine Sect. Do you still want me to be polite to you?"
Han Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and responded coldly.
"snort!"
Venerable Bei made a move and continued to attack. His spiritual power was higher than that of his opponent. If he didn't believe it, he wouldn't be able to win, and he would wear out the opponent to death!
Han Ming saw Venerable Bei's intention and his eyes were solemn. He had just continued to control the Qi Shen Palace to suppress Venerable Bei, which had consumed a lot of money on him.
"Give me the town!"
Han Ming gritted his teeth and controlled the Prisoner's Palace. He had no choice but to lose. If he lost, he would die. If he lost, the sect would be destroyed!
"roll!!"
Venerable Bei struck with both fists at the same time, the dark gold gloves lit up with enchantment patterns, and violent power surged!
Having learned the lesson of being trapped the first time, Venerable Bei was more careful this time and did not give Han Ming a chance to trap him.
Boom boom boom!
The two continued to fight, and a large area of void tore open, then slowly healed.
Even Tang Xingfeng was frightened. In terms of strength, he was far behind these two.
As the battle intensified, both venerables were overwhelmed, especially Han Ming, who seemed to be reaching his limit.
"Jiejie, old man, let's see how you die!"
Venerable Bei smiled ferociously.
"Hmph, even if I die, I will still support you!"
Han Ming's eyes were determined, showing his determination to die. He had very little spiritual power left, and even though he was imprisoned in the divine palace by the five-marked spiritual soldiers, he still lost.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, you can't do it... Bai Gui, the three of you take action together and follow me to kill this old guy!"
Lord Bei ordered!
"It's Lord Bei."
The three great protectors, Demon Hand White Ghost, and the others respectfully accepted their orders.
If the battle had just begun, even if Bai Gui and the others were given a hundred courages, they would never dare to take action against the Spirit Lord. But now, Han Ming is at the end of his strength, and they are only responsible for assisting Lord Bei, so naturally it is not a problem.
"Hmph! Xiaoxiao!"
Han Ming spoke with hatred. He glanced at the three people surrounding him. They were all ninth-level spiritual sects. Normally, it wouldn't take much effort for him to kill these three people.
But now, his old figure looks a little desolate!
"Supreme Elder...I'm here to help you..."
At this time, Lianchen shouted and rushed over.
However, Han Ming drove away Lian Chen. Without the prisoner's palace, Lian Chen could only display the peak fighting power of the eighth-level Lingzong. If he rushed over, he would die.
"The Supreme Elder..."
Lianchen was extremely anxious.
Do you want to watch the Supreme Elder being besieged?
Suddenly, Lianchen saw a corner of the void, and the young man wearing the mask was still there!
Lianchen turned a dead horse into a living doctor and dug out the jade slip from the space ring.
"Little friend, this is the jade slip you gave me half a month ago. I can't wait for the future. I want to use it now. I know this request is a bit demanding, but please, stop those three people..."
Lianchen said to Tang Xingfeng, with pleading in his words. Everyone knew that to stop those three people now would be to make an enemy of Venerable Bei.
Venerable Bei has already taken action!
"Let's take action together!"
"Supernatural power, dragon strangulation!"
"Supernatural power, shadow and dark sword!"
"Supernatural power, sky-splitting axe!"
Demon Hand White Ghost, Miao Protector and Bird Protector all took action at the same time, attacking Han Ming from a distance.
The most terrifying thing is Lord Bei's attack. His punch still has the power of the Spirit Lord!
"Prisoner Palace, town!"
While Han Ming controlled the Prisoner's Palace to resist the attack, he quickly retreated, fighting one against the other. He was very passive.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, I didn't expect that someone like me would be able to kill a spiritual master one day..."
The bird protector is very excited!
If he participated in the killing of a spiritual master and the news spread back to the Demon Palace, he would definitely become famous in the palace!
"Just be careful, keep a distance, don't give Han Ming a chance to counterattack before death, and fully cooperate with Lord Bei..."
Protector Bird thought so in his heart.
Getting more and more excited!
But suddenly, a figure under black wings came to him!
Tang Xingfeng completely unlocked his speed and used all his strength to display the wings of the Mingpeng. It was a spiritual master level speed!
"You die first!"
Tang Xingfeng stamped his palm on Protector Que's chest, and the powerful dark energy shattered Protector Que's heart!
"you……"
Protector Bird's eyes widened. He was so fast that he didn't even see how Tang Xingfeng took action!
Bird protector, die!
